First it was force
Next it was for the one
I was a dish to be eaten with greed
Every touch merely created a new distance
If I touched in return, a suspicion followed
About the origins of a knowledge
That may be just coded in the X (wrong) chromosome…..
Enforced passivity like stone or death
Bruises or bites, intimacy of violence left me cold
It was more like making hate
I grew closer to a star in the window with passing nights
Darkness became familiar in the corners of a body
Not seen by light or lens of human eyes ….
All the mindfulness was it just foreplay?
A clever ploy for a fulfillment where I was excluded
Witnessing a mute tear of loneliness with in
Growing hopeless by the hour
If you say you love me
I am afraid you will love me less after making love…….
